Mr.Al's Blog

You would think, boys are boys and girls are girls. And rightly so. I understand the whole psychological thing where people go through...

Note To Readers: What follows is a work of fiction.                 There’s this kid who comes up to my chest. For the purposes of...

WARNING : Fasten your seatbelts. This is going to be a BUMPY RIDE.         You can take the son out of Brooklyn, but you can’t take the...

Lately I’ve been obsessed with the singer Post Malone. He’s the troubadour with the tattoos all over his face and the nasty grillwork in...

As a boy growing up in Brooklyn in the 1950s there is a television show that scares the bejesus out of me. Being only four years old, I...